I Was Just Enjoying the Discipline - Chapter 27 🔞

“Ah… hnngh…”

As Sophia lowered herself, the artificial phxllus fixed to the floor forced its way into her, spreading and pressing against her oversensitized inner walls.

Pleasure shot through her from head to toe in an instant. Her body trembled, and moisture trickled down her thighs. Every breath she drew felt as though it scorched her lungs.

‘I-I can’t… It feels too good. I think I’m going to break.’

The thought drifted through Sophia’s pleasure-fogged mind.

She was perched atop a tall platform she couldn’t climb down from on her own, endlessly lowering herself onto the large artificial phxllus mounted at its center, only to lift herself off and sink down again.

She had long since lost all sense of time. She couldn’t tell whether it was still morning, afternoon, or already night. The only things she could feel were the relentless movement of the artificial phxllus driving into her and the persistent throbbing pain radiating from her swollen, reddened nxxples.

“Who said you could rest?”

For a brief moment, she remained impaled on the artificial phxllus, struggling to catch her breath. Then a familiar voice drifted into her ear.

“I believe I told you to spread your legs properly.”

A long, slender cane entered her field of vision and prodded at her tightly drawn thighs. Yudel, who had been watching over her, was pointing out the flaw in her posture.

His instructions had been exceedingly simple. Keep moving your hips without stopping. And while squatting, keep her legs spread so he could watch, without obstruction, as her exposed s-x took the grotesque artificial phxllus into her.

At the moment, Sophia was failing on both counts.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll fix it right away.”

Casting a nervous glance at Yudel, she hurriedly adjusted her posture and tried to move her hips, lifting herself off the artificial phxllus.

“Ah…!”

But her body refused to obey. She had gone so long without food, water, or rest that her strength had reached its limit.

Tap. Tap.

The black cane in Yudel’s hand struck lightly against his palm in a slow, steady rhythm, urging her on. His violet eyes remained cool and unyielding as they watched her.

If she delayed any longer, the cane would come down.

“I’ll move… ah… I’ll keep harvesting essence. Please…”

Her plea never reached him. As if he had been waiting for exactly that moment, Yudel shifted his grip. The long cane sliced cleanly through the air—

And cracked sharply across her swollen, hardened nxxple.

“Ahhn…!”

A sharp wave of sensation burst from the tip of her brxxst. Sophia cried out, throwing her head back. Her pxssy convulsed around the fake cxck, and a spray of clear fluid scattered into the air. The blow to her nxxple had pushed her over the edge.

A moment later, droplets splashed onto the floor, the sound echoing through the cramped room.

Still reeling from her climax, Sophia could do nothing but gasp for breath. It felt so overwhelmingly good that she thought she might lose her mind.

Yudel, on the other hand, was terrifying enough to make her feel she might lose it for an entirely different reason.

“Why are you dawdling? You just promised you’d keep moving your hips and offer up your essence with proper diligence. Yet here you are, leisurely catching your breath and savoring the afterglow.”

“Ah…”

“You haven’t even filled a single bottle yet. At this rate, when exactly do you expect to finish your quota?” A mocking smile tugged at his lips. “Or were you never intending to finish it in the first place?”

Before she could answer, Yudel swung the cane again. This time, it struck her bxttock.

“Hngh…!”

The crack of the cane arched her back. A vivid red welt bloomed across skin that had never before been marked by a beating. The pain traced a single, perfectly straight line, as clean and precise as the cane itself.

Her body betrayed her at once. The muscles around the dildx clenched involuntarily, and her hips gave an eager twitch.

“Move.”

His voice was calm, almost conversational.

“You should manage at least one bottle a day.”

“I-I will… so please…” Sophia pleaded between ragged breaths. “Just let me rest for a little while. I… I can’t move anymore.”

“Ah. Is the beating not enough?”

Without so much as acknowledging Sophia’s plea, Yudel made a smile so ominously bright. And then began laying into her with the cane without the slightest mercy.

Her bxttocks. The tender flesh of her upper arms. The backs of the hands braced against the platform. Her sweat-slick outer thighs. Even the tops of her feet, straining against the floor to support her weight.

Whish. Crack.

The cane sliced through the air again and again.

Each stroke made Sophia writhe at the stinging pain, yet there was nowhere to evade it. The platform beneath her was so narrow that the slightest loss of balance would send her tumbling off. All she could do was endure every blow as it came.

“Hngh… ah… ah…!”

Under the relentless lashes, she forced her exhausted body to move.

She slowly parted the thighs she’d been squeezing together, planted her hands more firmly on the platform, and pushed herself upward.

“Ahh…!”

The raised ridges dragging along her inner walls twisted her waist, and a cry of helpless pleasure escaped her lips.

At last, the artificial phxllus emerged, glistening with the clear fluid she’d drenched it in. Yudel studied it in silence. Every ridge and groove across its surface was slick with her arousal.

“Remarkable.”

His voice was almost one of genuine admiration.

“You’re the first one who’s managed to soak it this thoroughly. You’ve practically drenched the entire thing.”